The tall pillars of purple flames gradually thickened, making the ring of fire impenetrable to ordinary monsters. The anomalies were growing stronger and stronger, causing new artifacts to appear, wanting to cover everything with their flaming inferno.
The wind was the only one who could roam with impunity inside the flame ring, sweeping over the dusty ground, making the hair of the few who had managed to survive until now tremble.
Whooooooooooooosh.
A wind stream blew through the ruined Fume Cathedral, passing beside Osana, who stood farthest from the battlefield.
Her long pink hair rippled before her eyes as she cast a glance at Fume Cathedral.
Although this majestic structure had been partially destroyed due to Midnight Crystal, the Fume Armors hadn't gone anywhere. They still stood in the darkness as well, unwilling to engage in battle.
